SEVEN LEAGUE SHOES
Wakin’ up, getting’ up, finally made my mind up
Life ain’t worth the savin’ if there’s nothin’ to save
Time to pick, the pieces up, or I will surely wind up
Tendin’ wilted daisies on a dream’s cold grave
I don't want to be just rumbling thunder
I don't want to be just a shot in the dark
A third class wonder going down, going under
A dog afraid to bark
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I’m gonna put on my seven-league shoes
Stretch my legs and run
No time, no time to lose
Only time to get it done
So I’ll run, until I fall
Then pick myself up again
I’ll tough it out, that’s all
Just to run, run, run is to win
Dressed up, showed up, haven’t time to wait up
Boldly going now where I’ve never been before
Runnin’ for the gold cup, gonna win it straight up
One way ticket to a town called More
Cause I learned my lesson a long time ago
If you wanna take the lead then you gotta run fast
You can’t go slow, gotta giddy up go
Or you will come in last
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Music and Lyrics by Mary James & Jean James